Shekinah Glory


On Receiving News of the War
April 26, 2007, 7:37 pm
Filed under: Bible, Christianity, Favorite Poems, God, Grace, Jesus, literature, Poetry, Protest, Spirituality, thoughts, War

Snow is a strange white word.
No ice or frost
Has asked of bud or bird
For Winter’s cost.

Yet ice and frost and snow
From earth to sky
This Summer land doth know.
No man knows why.

In all men’s hearts it is.
Some spirit old
Hath turned with malign kiss
our lives to mold.

Red fangs have torn His face.
God’s blood is shed.
He mourns from his lonely place
His children dead.

O! ancient crimson curse!
Corrode, consume.
Give back this universe
Its pristine bloom.

Isaac Rosenberg

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